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Tlie Children’* Orchard.
Our young people, boys and girls both, mind
: you, will flud no work more delightful th-n
| learning to graft and bud all kind of fruit
1 trees. The higher the civilization man reaches
i the more ho eats fruit, and the greater vari
eties he discovers and cultivates. In The
Rural New Yorker late’y “Uncle Mark” has
been giving tho young cousins some lessons in
grafting and budding. We reproduce the
main points here. It will be a great delight
totho young people to perform these operar
tious and then watch their grafts. They will
grow as the toys and girls grow, and blossom
and torn- fruit. Anybody who reads these
directions carefully can learn how it is done.
“Grafting,” says Uncle Mark, “is planting a
part of one tree or shrub into another that is
growing. The growing part is called the stock
and tho part cut from another tree is nailed
the cion or graft. The work may be done
from now until the trees are in leaf, but the
cions must all be cut before the leaves come
out and kept in a cool, oven temperature
until wanted, or they may be used before the
leaves on the stock appear.”
There are several ways. That shown In
figure 1 is called
Cl.EFT GRAFTING.
Get a cion of the fruit you wish to propa
gate. It must have a good bud on it Cut
your stock square across, then split it down
one side with your sharp grafting knife. Cut
your cion to a long sharp wedge, leaving a
little bark on the outer edge. This is to knit
and grow to the bark of the stock, exactly aa
physicians graft a bit of skin over a wound
when the skin has been torn off. Plants and
people aro much alike in some ways. Pit the
cion carefully into the split, wrap and tie it
around with yarn, and then cover the place
carefully with grafting wax. The picture
shows the graft with tho bud near the end of
it, as it has been wedged into the cleft of the
stock. Figured shows
ANOTHER METHOD.
A, is the cion; B, tho stock. With a shsrj
knife carefully cut a piece of wood each out
of A and B, so that the spaces left will fl<
into ono another. Then put A upon B and
wrap and tie with yarn as shown in 0, and
cover with wax as before.
BUDDING.
This is taking a new bud from one tree
during tho growing season and inserting it
under the bark of another tree. In Fig. 8
you see how the first part of it is done. The
dotted lines on P, mar ked / / and g g g, show
how uiuch of the bark to cut off with the
bud. II is the bud after it is cut off. The
other part of the figure shows how to
hold the branch while you out off the bud.
The next (>ait of the process is splitting the
bark of your stock to receive the bud. Split a
branch of the stock lengthwise. Make an
other cut across the top of the first one so that
the two together will be in the shape of a T-
Raise the bul k at the corners and slip the bud
smoothly under. Cut the upper end of the
bark upon the bud piece square across to fit
the horizontal out upon the stock. Wind the
yarn tightly at the upper and lower, ends,
leaving only the bud itself and its leaf stalk
uncovered. Begin to wind at t ho bottom
and fasten the string above tho T • You must
work rapidly, so that the bud or the cut in (bp
stock will not dryout. The yarn must, be
wound so olosely that the air will be kept out
of the cute. Try it, children.
lie was Not a GlrL
Nod belonged to a political club of email
boys. They wore uniforms and carried torches
and he wua the great standard-bearer tot
Blaine mid Logan. His sister had suppoeed
she could march with them. When her eyee
were enlightened bitterness entered her soul,
Was she not eight years old I and that was
two years older tfiti11 Ned. Tho Little woman
rebelled against her lot. Betweon choking
sobs she ejaculated: “1 can’t march, nor have
“ torch, nor uuything pretty, nor any gdod
time, just because I am u girll”
When shi'came to dinner her great dark
eyas were swimming in tears. Bho refused
consolation kindly offurod her by her futher,
a' 11 ' turning fiercely upon him, she ex-
claimed: “You aro uot a girl, you never
weio u girl, you never can bo a girl, and yoN
nevui' can know what I suffer I”
ONE 0U> MAID.
[Alura Collins In The Current.]
A lowering morning which made ono wish
for the sunny south or for Italy, for any
place which would make ono fool happier
than could this dismal morning in Wisconsin.
And then to think that this train could not
make connection with tho eastward bound
train 1 It is hard enough to stop at such
a miserable little junction at any
time, but to spend throo hours hero
this dark morning must prove tho
very refinement of torture. There aro a
dozen passengers who must wait and who
prepare to make the best of their stay here.
One couple evidently just married, find tho
clouds of a vary rosy color, anil they walk
out of tho suioky old depot to make a tour
of tho little town, talking eagerly the while.
Two young follows watidor unoasily about,
reading all the old tattered posters, glowing
inducements to go west, and ancient time
tables, which invariably decorate the
stainod walls of a country depot These
young fellows finally utter exclamations of
impatience at tho dreary monotony, and go
across the street to the hotel, hoping to find
something there more congenial to them.
Two ladies at once take their departure
for the hotel, and other people stroll out
about the depot, and there are loft two per
sons, a man and woman, who, after a little
time, sottlo themselves to reading to pass
away the weary moments. lie reads his
paper, and she hor book, and, occasionally,
woman-like, she casts a look at her silont
companion, wondering what loved ones aro
awaiting his arrival, and wliethor he is im
patient to greet them, or if he fools a man’s
stoicism in regard to it; wondering, too, how
it is that each woman thinks the masculino
lives connected with hors so full of
manly gracos and beauty, and who could find
manly beauty in those rugged features?
Then she turned her gentle eyes toward tho
dirty window and looked out at the dreary
landscape, looked with oyes which saw not
outward objects, but wore introspective
solely. An old maid, commonly supposed
to be the type of discontent and unrest, but
here, evidently, the typo failed, for this face
expressed tho utmost of content. Lifo had
been filled with much of sorrow for her, all
her bright plans had failed of fruition; one
after another she had bidden good-bye to
them and had turned bravely again to face
the coming of a now future, a future to be
peopled again by her bright fancies—the old
fancies all dead and gone from her except as
they lingered in memory.
An old maid she is, as far as years go, but
no home is happier than hor little ideal
home. She had filled its rooms with bright
little facos eagerly calling to mother, aud
the dream father is strong, earnost, helpful
and loving. Her dream-homo is happier
far than many a fine lady’s real home, al
though he has not pictured any grundeur
about its. Oh, no, she dreams that the car
pets are faded from much sunlight, and
worn from the tread of many little feet, that
there is much planning to “make both ends
meet," but she has imaginod unselfish
ness in this ideal home, and loving
unselfishness can make all trials
in regard to ways and means seem very
slight indeed. Her companion in this depot
is an elderly person, a stout, largo man,
with keen oyes and a mouth at complete
odds with the eyes, not belonging to them,
apparently. Often eyes do not karirionize in
coloring with the rest of a face, but gener
ally expressions are strongly akin. This
man had a sensitive mouth, one with a
mournful droop to it. Those wbo looked at
him caught themselves wondering which
Would conquer—keen, hard eyes, or sensi
tive mouth. He read for some time, then
gave a quick look at the thoughtful face
near him, and said, abruptly. “Not a very
pleasant arrangement, this.”
A quick flush passed over the gentle face
before him, a (lush which his koen eyes noted
instantly an 1 understood, a flush which told
of the girlishness yet left to this lonely
woman.
“Not that it matters much to me where I
am,” h j continued. “Life can’t give me
anything harder than I’ve had. ”
“That is a sad thing to say,” she said, in
her timid way.
“A true thing, though,” he responded, and
the cornors of his sensitive mouth drooped a
little more. “I feel as if I hail nothing loft
to live for. My wife died a year ago and—”
hero the voico broke. Distress ever calls
some souls out from their resorve, and hors
was such an oue, aud she said, quickly:
“Ah, but ym have all those vanished days
End months and years to remember, all the
loveliness of hor life to think of now.”
“How did you know hor life was lovely,”
he queried, a little sharply. She hesitated a
moment, thon said, simply: “It must have
boon, or you would not miss hor from your
living so muoh,” a tribute to the manly
worth in the face she saw before her which
was relished by the owner of tho faco. Ho
sighod and thon looked for u time out of the
smoky window, then said: “After all, lifo
is a strange muddle,” and, receiving a look
of understanding in response to this senti
ment, he went on: “Wo don’t know
wbat is right to do, and yet we are puuishod
by fixed laws if we don’t do tho right. That
doesn’t soom just to mo.”
“Oh, but it will come out straight in tho
next life,” she cried, eagerly.
“I don’t know whether it will or not,” ho
responded. “I haven’t soon the next lifo
. et and I don’t know what it is liko, don’t
even know if there will be u next life; I only
know that we are hedged in and around in
this life."
“But surely tho noxt lifo will take away
all the rough placos of this,” she said; “it
will make us understand all that seems so
strange about this and—there must be a
future lifo; God surely would not put us into
this life aud lot us go out of it incomplete.
Thao seems to me the strongest reason for a
future, and so mauy die with their life-work
only just begun.”
“Is that a reason or a hopo, with you?” he
asked. She hesitated and did uot answer,
and just then one of the restless young men
who had boon a fellow-passenger of theirs
came in uud glanced casually at the two.
That glance made her self-conscious and a
blush dyed the delicate face aud she turned,
in a decided way, the pages of her book, us
if she were determined uot to let this
stranger got possess' in of her wandering
thoughts again. The young man pas-od out
of tho station und tho elderly ouo rose and
walked restlessly about the room, knitting
the shaggy brows occasionally at some
troubled thought. Tho three hours passed
and 1 o’clock came and a truln came. “Can
I assist you?” he asked, gently, reaching out
a hurd, brown hand fyr some of the numer
ous bundles sho was carrying. She handed
some to him and followed bis sturdy
footsteps to the train. They wondered a lit
tle why their follow passengers of tho morn
ing wore not in greater haste, hut forgot
them presently in tho bustle of departure.
He secured a pleasant seat for her, and thon
one for hlinsolf at some distance from hor.
A few minutes of waiting, of idle watching
of tho dark landscape, so soon to to among
remembered things, and tho train moved
slowly out of tho town, and as it moved
away another train steamed in.
Bhe looked curiously at the second train
but remembered that this was a junction and
did not obey her first nervous impulse, which
w»e to go to her whilom protectol
aud auk him it he were sure they were on
the tight train. She forgot the train soon
and watched his stern, set face aud felt sorry
for him, and wished he might fool as sure
of the future as did she. 8 ion the conductor
came and t he watched dim "as ho made his
way toward her. When he reached hor pro
tector, as sho already called him in her in
ner consciousness, that individual gi ve n
quick start, at some words uttered by the
conductor, after examination of hit
ticket A troubled look settled upon
the resolute face, and he conversed earnestly
with the conductor for a few moments, then
glanced at hor and rose and came to her.
“I told you,” sail ho, “that we don’t know
wlint is right luitl then wo got punished by
unalterable laws, and here is a speedy illus
tration of the faijt, o|lly that l feel now thal
I might have known tho right, if 1 hail taker
pains to inquire. We are on the wronp
train.” Bhe looked deeply troubled, but
said, after a moment; “How can wo gel
back?"
“It is of no use to go back to that junction.
Wo might as wull go on to Chicago now and
go from there; it will really take not muck
longer, and, as you trusto l to my loading in
the first place, I will, if you will let me, see
you safe out of this (rouble.”
“1 mn used to taking care of myself,” she
said, jbut her lips trembled a.iitUe.
“Where are you going? 1 '-’lie asked, and,
upon receiving his reply, willed: f "I am go
ing boypnd there, so it will bo no trouble tc
me to see you safe. 1 will telegraph youi
dilemma to your friends at the next station;
we shall roaoii Chicago iu two hours, and
the conductor tells me wo tun immediately
take another train back, so that really the
worst of it wiil bo tho ewra four or five
liours in tie train.”
He remained sitting witli hor, and chatted
lightly fur a time, till hor mind was
somewhat divortod from the unpleasantness
of her situation. Gradually they wandered
to deeper, waters, ayd talked aguiu,
as they bad earlier in bhe* day, of the prob
lems of life, and into tho-e queries and an
swers of theirs crept over and anon a bit of
the personal history of each. He learnod
what a desolate lifo hers had s -emo l to be;
ho learned, too, whut a swoefc, cheery cour
age must underlie her whole being, that the
desolateness should have been so ignored,
aud he grew ashamed of his own repining
over a lot which had had so much bright
ness in it.
When the train drew into tho great depol
in Chicago, he felt that he had learnod te
know a pure soul, and she felt a deep pity
for the lonely life opened to hor view. And
as they took the other train, which was tc
take them rapidly to their destination, each
felt a regret that a few hours more would
part them.
He sat silent for a long time after this,
wondering if he dared do the thing he
wished. Ho was lonely, sot adrift in the
great world by the death of his wife, und he
wanted a true, womatdy heart to sympathize
with his. Could ho do better than ask this
lonely woman, who had no kith or kin in the
world, to share his lot with him? Could she
do better than take him, she who evidently
had summerland in her heart, and could
make a bit of brightness wherever she was
Each surely needed the other. Ho askei
hor if she knew any olio in his town, and
finding she did know a pojyon residing a
few miles from him, ho took his resolution
quickly.
“I have a good farm out there,” he said;
“160 acres under line improvement, house
and outbuildings all in fine shape. You
can find out all about me from
Mr. .” A moment he hesitated us
ho saw that she did not realize what
he meant; then he continued earnestly,
looking down into tho clear eyes liftod so
fearlessly to his: “I feel as if I were looking
into the oyes of my future wife. Am I mis
taken?” The last words were breathed
rather than uttered,,and tlyip sho understood,
and tho flame color mounted over the deli
cate features once more, anil she said qui
etly, “Do I look so much liko your wife?”
He was battled, anil for a moment knew
not what to say, then rallied and said:
“She has gone on into the future- 1
don’t know what or whore that life
may bo, and I am lost and lonely without
her. I want that which has gono out of my
life, anil I believe you can supply that
want. You aro alone in the world, and 1
can muke your life pleasautor, I am sure.”
It was a temptation, such ns only, homeless
ones can understand: but, after a moment,
she shook hor head, and then, reading the
questioning look In thoso keen eyes, she
said, while tho color doopanod in her lace:
“I loved once, and have loved ovor since,
and it would not bo right for me to marry
anyone, fouling as I do.”
The door openodtuid the brakoman called
the name of the place whore she was to stop,
and the noxt moments wore spent in gather
ing togethor hor belongings. He help her off
the train, an I grasped her hand heartily us
he stood one instaut thore":
“I shall always? remombor you and your
happy ways of locking at life, and your faith
will help me;” olpl tliotj lie swung on to tho
slowly moving train, and sho walked away
into the gloaming; a tear or two falling as
she thought of the lynoly days to come.”
Question of Color.
[Philadelphia Call.]
“Do you ktiow, my dear, ” remarked Mrs.
Do Fashion sweetly, “that according to a
society paper J was looking ovor lost week,
cards announcing tho advent of a son or
daughter aro now in use in tho polite world?”
“No, my darling, 1 did not know it,”
answered Mr. Do F., handing her tho pare
goric bottle, “but, of course, if that is the
style you shall havo them. If ordered now
they can probably bo received by to-mor
row. I will do it at once. By tho way,
doar, hasn’t that child rather remarkable
lung jKiwor? I never heal'd such screeches.’’
“Yes, bless him. Ho will never die of cow-
'sumptiqn. ThoJorm of tho yards you will
find in (be pujiep 1 spoke of. It is in the top
drawer. But, love, wljut color should they
be? Think of some appropriate tint.”
“In my opinion,” obsorved Mr. Do F., as
he cluppod his hands over his ears, “they
should boa little yellor.”
llal her a Nlull Place.
[New Orleans Times Democrat,]
Tho Unite I’Atuto-i'vrursHtjL IMwhatan re
cently visited a port of Hayti culled Nicola
Mole, where President Salomon claimed an
extensive trade was about to spring up, par
ticularly in tho logwood business. Tho Bow-
hutan arrived off tho town on Jan. SI
where she remaiuod one day. No one cams
out to the ship, and, as there wore no signs
of life excepting a Haytiuu flag flying from
a dilapidated building, an ol^yer was sent to
call on the governor, who oxouse l himself
by reason of being ajotyb. No representatives
of any nation were touiid there,'nor any evi
dence of comuiurce. Thu Powhatan stoumod
away. i ___
VOIaril at Ilerlln.
I Foreign Letter.]
Henry Villard is living quietly at Berlin.
He buvureil the last remaining tie that bound
him to Americu only a short time ago by re
signing the ixisition of president of the Ore
gon & California railway. , When his blind
pool was in full swing i ml tho Vilhipt stocks
Were lit their highest I gures he was worth,
on paper, ♦A.GGUAHJO. His full was treinen-
lojjs uud Uni ivTei-k, W.flTcomplete. Out of
|he ch ibs he (avail I’MXLgti), nod that ropre
toTMrlin
amts tho fbrtuno ho took
down on.
to settle
The Eud oi Deacon Berry's Concerting,
(Tuc-k i
Deacon Berry Lad u wrinkled concertina,
Which he used to sit and deftly agitate,
Pulling out that sad and sweet old song,
“Lorena,”
In a way that brought a crowd about his
gate.
But ’twas known from Aroostc tc Cartha-
gena
That the deacon’s instrument was out of
tune,
So he sent, it, by his pretty daughter Lena,
Down to tie repaired by Jodediah Koon.
Had tho good old deacon paused, he might
havo seen a
Bafor way to send his music box, I thiuk;
It deserved, in truth and honesty, I weon, a
Better rest than in a roller skating rink!
For tho maid—a sweet and charming young
verbena—
Took it there and set it down iu joyous
mood,
While she skated out upon the floor to lean a
Fuir of pretty hands upon her favorite
dude.
Sooi.. go-, come sprawling out oi cue arena,
And sho planted both her feet—good sooth!
lyhu-k 1—
In the stomach of the deacon’s concertina
Till it groaned, aud burst the wrinkles in
its back!
Now—no more the deacon plies the concertina
Which he used to sit and deftly agitate,
For he gave it as a sort of pliilojxnna
Gift to her who on its stomach tried to
skate.
Under a Crazy Quilt.
(George Cooper.]
Ho slept, and dreamt that tho kangaroo
Had given a fancy ball;
The elephant came with the festive gnu,
Tile mouse with the ostrich tall,
A fuuny giraffe, that did nothing but laugh,
Drop]>ed in with a centipede;
And a cricket and flea, that had just been
to tea, ,
Waltzed round with remarkable speed.
A wasp aud a bumblebee bad a chat
Just over his little nose;
And a boa constrictor, upon tho mat,
Dressed up in liis Buuday clothes.
A crow and a raccoon, iu a flro balloon,
Paused over his bed to sing;
And a neat armadillo crept up an his <pillow
To dance the Highland fling.
Then all, ere they loft, made a graceful bow,
And out in the moonlight sped;
Except a ponderous brindlo cow,
Which stopi>ed to staud on its head.
Tho little boy woke, and grinned at the joke;
Sprung out of liis bed witli a lilt;
“I will dream it all over,” said ho, ‘‘it thoy
cover
Me up with Ibis crazy quilt.”
Alter tliu Honeymoon.
IFliegendo matter.)
Frau: But, August, why lodkegt you to
me bo sharply at? Husband: I was looking
only*to kuow how I earlier in you so muoh
boauty found.
Where the Doctor Made n Mistake.
[New York Mercury.]
Husband—I havo just seen the doctor, and
ho says I have water on the brain.
Wife—Are you sure he suiil that?
Husbouil (sarcastically)—Ya’as, 1 am Hure
he said that. Do you think he made a mis
take in calling it water?
Wife—Oh, no; but 1 think he made a mis
take iu culling it bruin.
Add These to the Catechism.
[Prentice Mulford| . ,
What idea is born into the world with nine
men out of ten?
That they can successfully write for and
run a newspaper.
Where do most of them take this idea?
Out of tho world with them.
It Helps Iliislness.
[Bast End Bulletin.I
The hustle assumes pro; xu-thins again, but,
man alive, you mustn't call it bustle. The
now-fuugled idea is a "tenure.” 1‘. 8.—It is
made of newspaper, same as tho old style.
How i?t the time to subscribe.
IN THE CRESCENT CITY
Not a Very l-Tattering Dcxci-Jpl ion of the
City or tin- Somil.
[Atlanta Constitution Interview.]
Mr. Smith Clayton has rntiti’nod (him New
Orleans and is regaling his tfiends with spicy
talks on liis expedience with the Orescent
City und the exposition.
“Talk about the extortion,” he remarked
In a group of listening frionds recently.
“New Orleans is full of it. Every expedient
known to civilized creation is resorted to
to chisel 'bestronger out of his ducats. The
boarding-houses on' uud near Cannl street
soein to be the aroh Bonds in the business.
The tony French restaurants also come in
tor a share of this swindling. For instance,
the unsuspecting but hungry stranger enters
a restaurant. Ho finds no bill of fare, but
lie orders something to eat, and when he
asks for his bill is horrified aud shocked.”
“New Orleans must be a fast town?” was
remurked in tho course of the conversation.
“It is the fastest tow-i I ever sow. There
aro upwards of forty gambling-houses in full
blast night anil day. i’ho bulk of tho popu
lation have un utter disregard of tho Sab
bath day. Stores are ojioii and work goos
on just os during the woek. The theatres are
run and Sunday is a great matinee day. You
can’t toll it’s Sunday except by the dates in the
newspapers. Of course there aro a large num
ber of churches, and people who are inclined
to worship can attend, but tho religious ele
ment seems to bo overshadowed by the
worldlians. Mo .t everybody seems to driuk
and smoke fine cigars and gamble, but you
seldom see a drunken man. Tho nights as
a rule are mild and the people aro out-doors
of night almost ns much as they are during
the day. At this time thousands of idlo men
may bo seen lounging on Canal street night
anil day. Thoy are men from a distance out
of work who havo flocked to Now Orleans in
the hope of making money, iu the main
thoy havo beon sadly left.
“It is not an uncommon thing for thirty
or forty men to be split up for vagruucy in
ono day, anil the other niglit. 100 trfunpS
were arrested for being found asleep on the
gambling tables. That occurred at 18 Royal
street, the largest gambling house iu the
United States, where every night not loss
than 600 men and toys may be soon playing
all the games of chance that were ever in
vented, the great gume being kono. At this
game men will sit for hour alter hour in the
hope of wimlng $40 or $50 by invo-ting in a
card. Tfie betting, hi the main, is
not heavy. I was told that tho
license paid by gambling houses in
New Orleans amounts to lj|aj)00 a year.
There is a strict statute against gambling,
but it does not seem to bo approved by pul>
lie nentimont and is not enforced. Tho Lou
isiana statu lottery is the arch-gambling in
stitution,’of .tho etukyand pays $-tb,ooo a
your for tho support of a charity hospital.
1 was singularly struck with the army of
women and girls who have como to New
Orleans from all parts of tho world, spoking
employment. How they live is a ’complete
mystery to mo. ”
“IIow about the exposition?”
“The universal oomment of pooplo who
havo visited New Orleuns aud seen the expo
sition, is that tho exhibit is magnificent, but
the management could not be worse.”
How Hotel Thieves Work.
(Philadelphia Times Interview.]
Tho crack hotel thieves ordinarily travel
in pairs, although they are, to all appear
ances, unknown to each other. Tho first
night after registering at a hotel they sleep
late, and when roused by the .chambermaid
request hor to call them at noon. When the
maid has completed her labors via the corri
dor in which hor rooms are located, and
while oho thief stands on watch his confed
erate effects an entrance to an unoccupied
room by mehns of a skeleton key, and closos
the door behind him.
He thon rrpidly bores a hole immediately
ovor.the bolt, and fills lip each eild with
white putty. If tho lock is a double one, as
is the case in many first-class hotels, a small
hole is drilled through it, so that tho nippers
can bo used on the. inside lock iu turning the
key after tho victim has retired; A half
dozen rooms can be “fixed” in this way
within an hour. This completes the work
for tho morning. The afternoon is. used in
making themselves “Aolid” with the ’regular
guests over tho bar and iu watching the reg
ister for guests assigned to the “fixed” rooms.
When every one has gono to bod ono tliiof
re umes his wntelvan l '’pipes ait” thy watch
men while his cAi(Mdei!ato works the rooms.
Th% is clone in Short order, knd tho thieves
are away by daylight. Tho touls uiged by
the hotel thieves are of the finest tempered
steel, and consist of a “bar-key,” used for
opening big locks; a sot of six bits, arranged
for either stem or tumbler locks; a .small
drill, a file, a sectional stem or “widtly,”
several pieces of wire and a pair of nippers.
Some putty or pigment is also included in
the kit, which is easily carried about the
person.
A Monster Gun.
[St. James' Gazette.]
Preparations aro being muilo at Wool
wich arsenal for tho proof trials of an
enormous guu, which is now in process of
construction at’Elswick, und which will be
delivered a few months lionca Tho gun
will weigh 110 tons, and have a carriage of
niuoty tons, and, tho total weight of U00
tons being considerably iu excess of pre
vious undertakings, special arrangements
will have to be tnudo in almost every par
ticular. Tho gun will bo a breach-loader,
and have a boro of sixteen and a Imll indies
Its length will to forty-throe feet eight
inches, but its extreme diameter at the
breech ejul will to only- llvo foot six inches,
«tid it will have a very elongate I chase or
barrel, tailoring down to twenty-eight
inches, with a slight swelling at the muzzle.
After tho gun has been proved at Woolwich
it will bo conveyed to Bhooburynoss for tile
purpose of testing its rnngo And accuracy,
aud it is ut present a question whether tho
gun-bnrgn Magog can bo altered to receive
it, or whothor it will to necessary to provide
another vessel. Three guns of this disenp-
tipu are to to manufactured for tho fuyal
English Otllcurs in Egypt.
[Chicago News.]
Lord- “Charley” Borosford was 89 yours
old last week. Hu lias two gold medals for
having on threo occasions jumped overboard
and saved lives at Ben. He is ouo of ’ tho
linost boxers that ovor put un the gloves,
Bir Herbert Btowart wus a teetotaler. Ho
was a muii of irrepressible spirits and untir
ing energy. Ho won his Victoria cross iu
tho Crlmoa.
“Sir Rodvers Ruller,” once said Archi
bald Forbes, “has seen more will- than any
of our soldiers who are not yet veterans. ”
Fur saving three lives under tiro in Zululaud
ho was rewarded with the Victoria cross.
Sir Gerald Gnilium is un adopt nl racquets,
of which be is passionately fond. His Vic
toria cross was earned by saving lives under
fire on several occasions in the i.Vinionu war,
uud for lnudiug a ladder party in the assault
on the Redan.
Cheating Charity.
It .Is Said Mint of 600,IM9 pa Hunts who
•very year : lloi-k U> the tost i<and6n bos
pitals tor treatment, -Jfully one.half are
abundantly able to pay for what thoy ro-
oaivs as charity.
A Historical BM Boy.
[Bill Nyo.|
Many years ago thero lived in New Haven
a very bad boy. He was bom 145 years ago,
and as he is now dead 1 feel at liberty to
write his biography. Sometimes it is per
fectly tiresome waiting for a man to die, so
that you will feel perfectly safe in saying
what you think of him; but if he hnpjieus to
to a large, robust man it certainly pays to
do it.
This boy was known far and wide as the
meanest and notoriously, hopelessly bad
toy In Connecticut. No other toy hod any
claims whatever when he was around, and
for years ho carried tho bolt. He know all
tho little fliio tricks of meanness and cruelty
at tho ugo of 18 years that it generally takes
a lifetime to acquire. Where others studied
all day hard to devise new kinds of wiekod-
i ess, aud lay on their stomach nights by the
J gilt of a Mne knot and patiently worked
out tho more difficult problems of meanness
and lawlessness, this lad seemed to breathe
it all in tho very air. His wonderful genius
as a successful bad boy was remarked by
those who did not know him at all. Ho was
a prodigy of wickedness, a miracle of mean
ness.
The bad boy and the dogs.
Whenever any of the dogs saw this humor
ous toy thoy would conceal their tails as for
as possible und go to Canada till the bad boy
had grown up or died.
He loved to got little boys into his hands
and then duck thqm or scare thorn out of
their senses. He succeeded iu crippjing sev
eral little schoolmates, aud blow out the
teacher’s eye with a cannon firecracker one
day. He loved to seo his little friends fall
into his traps, and very few of his most inti
mate friends succeeded in dying a natural
death.
I could go on for page after pn£o, tailing
of the funny pranks of this bud gtioy, if I
chose to, anil it would muke you Hugh till
the teare rollod down your cheeks to read
bow ho filled the asylum and tho hospital and
the cemetery with his friends.
Ho was a groat lover of fun, and in on*
evening scared three little girls with a skull
covered with phosphorous and worked by
machinery so that thoy had fits all their
lives. Ho know of more ways to produce a
laugh and score a child into fits thau any boy
of his age in Connecticut, and youDnuat re
member that this happoned over 100 years
ago, when hoys didn’t have tho advantages
tliov havo how.
Every tody Baid that the boy would cer
tainly come to some bad end. He could not
escape, they thought. No toy could to so
lawless and disagreeable and still amount to
anything. There were thousands of straight
laced Puritanical croakers who said that the
boy would sink to nQtliing whatever or land
in tho penitentiary. Ho said, however, .that
he wus just sowing his wild oats, and when ha
got his crop in he proposed to reform and
make liis mark.
Year after year ho lived on, just as full of
the “old scratch” as ovor. Now and thon he
would burp a barn, just to soe the cows scat
ter and watch t fio farmer hustle oiit in his
shirt with u pail of water.
Now and then he would bum a barn.
But observe how tho prophesies of Ids
noightors failed. It ought to encourage
evorv bud hoy in tho United States 1<>-day,
whose relatives and friends speak harshly of
him. This 1ml at, hurt grew to be a man, hiul
was known all over the civilized world. iHis
name is familiar to every ohm, and in tho 'his
tory of our great land you will find a I
account’of him, mid still ho had tho re,
tion of pulling frogs to pieces while .
were alive, and of leaving mud turtles on
track for the passenger train so that he cm
hear them pop, und of putting kittens unit,
kitchen stove to watch them while tee
danced.
Bail toy, ilo not bo discouraged. Uo|h> on
for there may to a future for you. Donut
lose hope when your parents talk baric a
you. You have just as good a climu-o tq l>
known nil over the world as the hoy ol wlloi
I have told you. He was poor, too. Holm
te sow his wild oats first, us you say, butt 1
Bteadily worked his way on, until at the tin
of liis doutli lie was known wherever tho 1&-
fish language is spoken ns Benedict A rpT
and everybody wanted to see him very- v
indeed. Even the sheriff, who wou!4y'
oguize him at all when lie was a boy
for miles and miles to find him ami eonvd
with him, and when lie got thore Air. Arn,
wasn’t at home. He luul thought of sonic
tiling in England that lie wanted to go i
get. •.
A Resort for Dyspeptics.
[Cleveland Voice.)
Applicant (totho landlady)—"I am w
to i>ay a goto price, madam, but 1 in
particular ubqut my food. I am umi
doctor'soareconstantly, and suffer dree...
with ilys|iepsla."
Landlady—"Oh, I’msureyou will topic
with" iny table if that is tho case, sir.
boarders all have dyspepsia."
Solil Again.
[Cincinnati Me'i-ulmnt Traveler.)
“Last, hut, pet leased,” remarked I
estate owner when lie saw t he lest of
bouse* lie bud put up standing idle.